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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 17, 2018

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Submitted: July 17, 2018



Wearing all the love

not a shred of regret ,

a shimmering jewel

hangs upon your neck.

Gratitude in swarms

I bid to give you the world ,

and handcraft your mansion

with Isabelline colored doors.

So many dreams

are harvested within ,

they undertake the slumber

of where I should begin.

I add to the tidings

the percentages of words ,

that nest on your coronaries

like a swallow bird .

I hear the depth

the inner ode of my heart ,

giving me a sign

but where should I start ?

Around this sphere

there are endless gifts ,

but you are willing to accept love

as the core of your heart shifts.

In pure lament

I cherish your redeem ,

of all the treasures you push away

when you're only wanting me .

So many dreams

are harvested and furled,

but I can't fight my desire

to just give you the world. .

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